Where does it flow from?

The sound

containing the meaning,

being floated by ebb tide,

being buoyed on air,

and finally falling down into bottom.

 

However,

it leisurely drift on the wind

and amusing itself.

 

Meantime,

it collides with living things,

and disperses softly influenza to infect them.

 

The sound rising up a sound,

The sound over a sound

flowing again into somewhere,

How does it happen?

Is the sound infected?

Why does it flow unconsciously?

 

Neither head knows,

Nor heart knows,

Only Heaven knows,

Just as it makes the sound flow.

 

The air complies with it,

Riding on the rhythm,

It conveys the sound to my ear.

 

 

 

 

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